Two people are coming to look at my condo tomorrow. That's great! Maybe one of them will buy it and I can go back to being a hobo-editor/writer. For those of you who just cruised in via The Beat (thank you, Heidi, u r swell), my condo is for sale because my Dik-Dik On A Stik franchise has swallowed up my savings.
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How about a line of frozen dik-dik-stiks for busy professionals?
With a little marketing, perhaps antelope TV dinners could save your condo!
If not, why not wander out to Seattle? I saw some ersatz river guides sans shirts the other day... Ax.
Person #1 loved my condo. AND as a bonus, she's the kind of person who would be perfect for it. Maybe she'll buy it.
You may have some dik-dik-stik marketing issues. Witness this surreal exchange with my mom last night:
Mom: Who is Marie again?
A: Another travel writer. I told you about her book "Stalking the Wild Dik Dik"?
M: I'm not sure I want to hear about that.
A: Not that sort –
M: I know perfectly well what a dik-dik is. It's an imaginary animal like a snipe.
Oh dear. Where to start?
The "Eat More Dik-dik" campaign clearly has its work cut out.
The proud and honorable dik-dik deserves better PR.
A snipe! What's next, a Snuffulufugus?
Poor sweet Dik-Dik.
What next?
I'm thinking something Potterian, like a hippogriff.
Mamma on dik-diks, take two:
Mom: So dik-diks truly are real?
A: Yes. They're very small antelopes.
Mom: And that Marie puts them on a stick! How horrible!
A: Jooooke! Joke, joke, joke!
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